Days on a wire.
Mar. 20th, 2019 10:01 pmI guess the day before a dentist's appointment is an appropriate time to have something fiddly in my mouth go twang. There's a wire running across the inside of my bottom front teeth to keep them aligned, and part of it's come off. It's not life-threatening or dangerous. It's just ferociously distracting and bothersome, and I'm glad for the remarkable coincidence.
It being Purim is the appropriate time to break open that bottle of cherry wine I got at the market a couple weeks ago. When I bought it, I told the salesman that there's a singer I like with a song called "Cherry Wine" where he compares love to the drink - "It's not a happy song, but he sings it beautifully." "And isn't that what's important?" He replied.
Well, words to that effect. He sells very good wine.
It being the equinox made it seem like a good idea to buy Stardew Valley. The controls aren't as intuitive as, say, Bioshock, where you're really in there. And I need a map of some sort. And to keep playing, because it took ten minutes to burrow its way deep inside my head. Which is the sign of something going really well.
It being Purim is the appropriate time to break open that bottle of cherry wine I got at the market a couple weeks ago. When I bought it, I told the salesman that there's a singer I like with a song called "Cherry Wine" where he compares love to the drink - "It's not a happy song, but he sings it beautifully." "And isn't that what's important?" He replied.
Well, words to that effect. He sells very good wine.
It being the equinox made it seem like a good idea to buy Stardew Valley. The controls aren't as intuitive as, say, Bioshock, where you're really in there. And I need a map of some sort. And to keep playing, because it took ten minutes to burrow its way deep inside my head. Which is the sign of something going really well.
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